I miss the days when I saw him the way I used to, before everything changed. Now that I know, I can't pretend it doesn't affect me, and I can't unsee it. I'm still trying to come to terms with it, even though part of me wishes I hadn’t found out at all.
It's tough not to feel resentful when I have to deal with the fallout of his choices. Maybe with time, I'll stop being so angry, but I can't forget what happened or how much it hurt. Sometimes I wish I never found out the truth.